10:20
aM
back porch, caSa de sLo
aM.
now using this book / journal tHat cHippy sent to me...
... at the
end of jaNuary ... so sWeet cause he and i are into
our journals.. we sHared them to wRite messages to each
other while he wHas there in baKo with us..
that's
sPecial.. and so is this book.. alreaD.y... cause with
this gift he also included baKo piX that he took wHen
he visited and hung out with my tRibe in the gRage de
reX. for a CA. coWboy new years "ye-haw!!! "..
we blew our poppers in "gaRage tRash" style..
which is a variation of the tRailer tRash .. more local
to the central valley.. anyhew.. we were in the gaRage
and tRashed.. feeling very much like bRothers.. heh!
i remember
he and eliZa bonding so well.. he became her throne
and his companian when he wHas there with us.. sHe eVen
knew that he wHas coming.. she remembered hiM. from
the first visit at the caS.a de reX. in sf.. and how
he fed her sNacks all the time.. after he left i wHas
about reaD.y to send her to hiM. in NYCity.. as she
still demanded the sNeaky sNacks in her very loud "eliZ.a
eaR eX.plodin'" wHay..
tHe
begining of this special journal has a beautiful piX.
of eliZ.a with her natural super model look.. and puRRRRRfect
poSe.. looking off just a bit to make you think ..
"wHat's
she thinkin' about?.. " .. (wil.us!)..
r u ok? ..
maY.be sHe
wHas tHinking.. or knowin' that she needed to make sHUre
that our tRibe got back hoMe.. our hoMe.. coming back
to slo and leaVing baKo whas such an important moVe
in my liFe reCovery.. a major moVe...
forward..
and puShin'
bac.k "iT."..
he wRote
over her piX..
"beGin.."
..
and at the
ending of his enTry he wRote..
"so
now do as eliZ.a saYs.. " ..
her absence
is felt here and feel soMewhat lost.. but also feel
that her passing,, now officailly a week on the fourth.
is a reMinder of wHat i am to do here.. moving home
to slo and what i aim to accomplish.. i may feel lost..
but am not losing my diRection.. now eliZa joins my
sPiritual tribe and helps me in that quest.. and gives
sTrength to my waRRior self..
tHis new
journal has a new direction or a different chapter full
of stories.. built on many other chapters with thier
stories.. gathered in this new journals' predicesors..
a leGacy handed down through each generation of my liFe-capurin'
moments like seconds on a clock.. building up over time..
like sanD.s in the houR. gLass.. so are the days of
our lives.. .. heh! ..
the
bLack cover of this now "reX.-rambled-de-viriginized"
book .. orginally had three pink biRdies glued to it..
duRRin' the moVe to slo.. one of the biRdies fell off...
i wHas upset and still aM.. but i noticed that sHe left
her imprint from the glue.. that bonded her to the coVer..
with the others.. so it all maDe sense in some confusin'
wHay.. :)
aNother piece
of saNd added to the building piLe in tHat hour gLass..
Your
clothes are ironed, you've got plenty of breath mints
and your fragrance has been applied so that it just
eases past the level of consciousness. Why are you
still waiting around in your own living room? Perhaps
there was a communication breakdown -- and it didn't
involve you and your date. Rather, it involved the
inner you and the outer you. Before you can learn
to appreciate and love someone else, you need to make
sure you appreciate and love yourself.
